Exhaustion is a funny drug. It instills in you a childlike weariness, part attention deficit disorder, part dreamy delirium. I found myself drifting in and out of conversation at dinner just now, each topic change punctuated by yawns and copiously repeated “Huh?”s as I struggled to fill in the blank spots my tired brain had missed. 

More eating. More yawns. 

But then, as my mind drifted away into oblivion once more I found myself wondering if this is how sloths live their lives every day…

And suddenly my sleepiness didn’t bug me anymore. 

I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.

—Tara Hardy, Bone Marrow

(Source: paveo, via sequences)

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

—E. B. White

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

—Anais Nin

I have to tell you that over the course of several years as I have talked to friends and family and neighbors when I think about members of my own staff who are in incredibly committed monogamous relationships, same-sex relationships, who are raising kids together, when I think about those soldiers or airmen or marines or sailors who are out there fighting on my behalf and yet feel constrained, even now that Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is gone, because they are not able to commit themselves in a marriage, at a certain point I’ve just concluded that for me personally it is important for me to go ahead and affirm that I think same sex couples should be able to get married.